Saheb Mohapatra Poems

Wake up, wake up, o, grandpa, o dear,
Wake and feel those you see;
Don’t you know how hard it is to peer
A living mass lying dead before me.
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If the one I love goes before my eyes
And I as well get drunk on grief,
Shall fade away our sweetest lies
Or shall my heart get broken into briefs.
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After entering the class, said the Inspector,
"Which adjective is best for your teacher? "
All said, "Handsome, Sir."
But said a foolish from far,
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There dwell those droves in a number few,
Within a stone's throw, the rainbow of bliss,
And in each glance shall reveal colors, new,
With drizzles apart, like arrows with kiss,
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How nice it would be being a woman,
With smiles soothing sad hearts,
With tears burning greed and selfishness,
With pain abolishing deceitfulness,
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Times when our hearts are drenched with glow
And when they lift their feet to dance,
Some tears then arrive and show
The seas of success on our face.
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For I am in love with death,
With tears swelling eyes,
With no essence of such human faith,
And no time to state those; lies.
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Man, 'Why are these names,
He, she, I, you, my, yours? '
'Why so vulgar adjectives,
Black, white, rich, penurious,
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To me, my love, never been ruled,
With dusty stars, in I despair,
Bringing me to days; unfair,
Where help's never helped, with when love is glued.
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